User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-3135907-20130128223330/@comment-2246928-20140819140916

Seizing the purse gleefully up into his paws, Trokkin crammed Fary's loot into his clothing, dabbing a paw at his eyes as he became overcome with emotion. This was a beautiful time indeed. After a couple minutes drinking in just how high he had suddenly boosted his fortune, the red-furred vole looked around for a moment for soldiers, before slipping back into the bushes.